Monday, 28 April 2008

Number Six With a Bullet

I shouldn't be this proud of myself, but I filled in for a missing rower in the women's boat tonight AND I did it with fifteen minutes' notice AND I pulled it off in a pair of size 4 jeans from Express that really don't allow a very wide range of athletic motion (or boyish discretion, period) AND I didn't crash the boat or fall out of it, even when I somehow managed to get my oar caught behind me and I was pretty sure I was going to be forcibly ejected onto the really nice girl who kept whispering what I was supposed to be doing. I did spin around too fast and nailed a rower from Mansfield in the stomach with my oar, but that was after I got out of the boat and was feeling good about my latent athleticism. Whatever, the important thing is that Abby paid me with a bag of watermelon Jolly Ranchers.

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I like airports, polemics, simplicity, queer movements, pretending to know how to cook, the New York Times crossword puzzle from Friday to Sunday, Minnesota Public Radio, writing in books, parts of my Catholic upbringing including but not limited to a martyr complex, social justice, and solidarity with sex workers, women with acoustic guitars, corrupting my mother, coffee, urbanity, the Midwest, eating apples in their entirety and developing an immunity to cyanide, Lucille Bluth, multigrain breads where the number of grains are greater than or equal to seven, post-apocalyptic fiction, and maybe having a permanent address someday.